What’s Your Art?: “Love Doesn’t Exist”

Screen Shot 2014-01-23 at 8.44.42 PMIMG_0518This is John. We met at 14th Street Union Square where I disrupted his quiet lunch on the freezing park bench.

He sells antiques and is spending the day looking through old shops for items that “speak to his soul” to sell on his online store.

He has some pretty extreme things to say, so brace yourself.

We ended up debating a bit about God and whether or not love exists. I, a strong proponent of unconditional love, he, a strong advocate for love as a manmade construct for convenience and social norms. I, a spiritual being still on that journey to find God, a God I believe exists and he, an atheist.

Neither one of us is right or wrong, we just have different world views.

He explained the nature of our “throw away society,” in which nothing is meant to last and we all go looking for the next best thing before we have had the chance to enjoy what we have. Being in the antique business, a throwaway society is hard on sales, but the true people who can see the beauty he sees…those are the people he sells to.

It was a pleasant, long conversation about some interesting things.

As I spoke to this man, the following quote from one of my favorite books, The Linchpin, came to mind.

“To be naïve is to abandon your hard earned world view”

– Seth Godin

My world view has been changing at warp speed for the past year or so because of the people I have been lucky enough to meet, befriend and love. This conversation didn’t have me abandoning my world view, but it allowed me to look outside of it for a time…


The Liberated Polyglot

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